A Complaint

I don't want to complain, but...

We don't need anymore damp, dank, dark days.
We absolutely do not want, or need, anymore snow.
I am tired of seeing dirty snow.
I am tired of meteorologists who err.
When will we see a break in this pattern?
When will the first flower break through the ground?

I don't want to complain even--even if I sound like a crumudgeon I'm ready to move on-- to spring.